Last Night
By Jonathan Lewis
Originally Appearing in Issue #2
Category: Poetry
LAST NIGHT
I
snow melts deeply
into central park footprints
where i grab handfuls
of the softest schist
just to breathe it in
II
all grated smoke leaps
upward from alleyways
to where i sleep
in the narrowest bed
now beside her body
dreaming on its side
III
streets tuck themselves
under covers of insistent rain
the red and white serpents
slither across the brooklyn bridge
all susurrant skins
hers and mine
IV
startled lights awaken
car horns scream and sky parts
subways and snowmen
pervade our days
but ever forcing
between our hearts
